Here, I look beneath the surface. Ask the unasked. Say the quiet parts out loud.

Here I’m not my parents’ daughter, I’m Médousa’s Child—sometimes wise, sometimes angry, sometimes grieving. And sometimes, like any child, just wanting to play.

This story describes why I adopted a pen name.

And this story describes Médousa’s role in my life.

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Did you know Médousa means ‘guardian’ in Ancient Greek? I choose her as mine.

Her myth remains one of the most controversial, complex and enduring of all time. Whether you view Médousa as monster or victim, I’ll bet we can agree on this — she had every right to be furious and put up a damn good fight.

I’ve written a brief picture-story of her past.